Molly Girl

While my little girl is fighting a yucky bug quite valiantly (she’s fine – or rather, in her own words “I feel not quite fine, but ok.”) of a fever and a cough, I’m thinking about her constantly. So I have to post what she said to me the other day, because it’s hysterical. I’m not sure where she got it, but it’s perfect.
“Mommy,” she said, “I want to tell you the Molly ABC’s”
“Please do…” I replied, all set to laugh.
“A is for answers. Molly has all the answers. B is for best. Molly knows best. C is for clever. Molly is very clever.”
Pause. I fight for control.
“Is that all honey?”
“Well, it goes to Z. Molly has never met a zebra.”
She kissed me and left the room.
S is for stitches. Molly leaves a room in stitches.